It’s just a door; a storefront in a row of shops. You’d never guess that on the other side of the door was something that could help save a life.
I first saw the blue door 13 years ago—after a year immersed in cancer—- five surgeries, two chemotherapy courses, and radiation.
Though I was done with treatment, [...]
Finally—it’s not about food. Though I’m writing this after spending the day in the kitchen baking ten loaves of pumpkin bread.
I used to be mystified when I’d hear people claim that baking or cooking is how they “relax.” Were they kidding? All I got out of today—-if you don’t count the calories—was what I always [...]
I don’t know Anna Millea. I never heard her name until today. But I know something about her—-since we have some things in common. We’re both artists. We’re both mothers. And we’re both part of that sorority no one wants to join, the sisterhood of breast cancer.
I know something about Anna. What I can’t know is what [...]
I’m at at a party in an art gallery. The owner takes me aside and tells me she’s heard about a special project and I’d be perfect to do the job. Would I be interested to hear about it? Sure, I say, and follow her into her private office. There I meet Lynn Redgrave and [...]
I mean the OTHER kind of passion—for some THING, not for some ONE. The kind so many young adults seem to be looking really hard for. As if one day they’ll be struck over the head and realize this is what they were meant to do with their lives.
Sometimes I think our culture has really [...]
Example #1:
When you don’t have breasts, you get artistic license to make fun of them.
These are part of a series of mosaics I call Babes:
Example #2:
A group of South Carolina quilters had the same idea: making light of breasts to raise money for breast cancer:
Example #3:
(Warning: you might want to stop right here.
The following photo is [...]
When I first starting painting ceramics around 10 years ago, one of the first things I made was a set of coffee mugs, which are sitting on a shelf in my kitchen.
This set has special significance to me because it’s part of how I discovered a passion for art.
Because I love words, I use them in [...]
I discovered art by accident—late in life—when I took my son to a shop called Glazes, where you paint your own ceramics. Painting helped me forget about cancer; before long I was hooked.
While painting, I liked to float off into my own zone—and at first I was VERY insecure about my artistic ability. A woman named Gail [...]
